Page 15 of Lovesick

"I'm thinking about you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "About how much better your fingers feel than mine. How much I wish you were here instead of just watching."

"That's what I like to hear," he growled. "You're always thinking about me, aren't you? Always wondering what I'd do to that pretty pussy if I was there." His voice dropped even lower. "I'd push you down on that couch, spread those legs wide, and fuck you until you screamed my name."

I moaned, my fingers moving faster despite his earlier command to slow down.

"If I was there," he continued, "I'd have my mouth on those perfect tits while I filled you up. Would you like that, kitten?”

"Yes," I gasped, my free hand moving to my breast, pinching my nipple the way he would. "God, yes."

"Look at you," he said, his breathing ragged. "So desperate for me. So fucking beautiful when you're falling apart. I bet you're dripping all over that couch."

My hips bucked against my hand as pressure built low in my belly. "Dean, please," I begged. "I need to come."

"Not yet," he ordered, though his own restraint was clearly slipping. "Tell me what you want first. Tell me exactly what you need."

"You," I whimpered. "I need you inside me. I need your hands on me, your mouth, everything. Please, Dean."

His eyes darkened impossibly further. "Touch your clit with your other fingers. I want to see you fall apart for me."

I did as he said, and the added stimulation sent sparks shooting through my body.

"Now," he commanded, his voice strained. "Come for me now, Emilia."

The permission was all I needed. Pleasure crashed over me in waves as I cried out his name, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw Dean's head fall back, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he found his own release.

For several moments, the only sounds were our labored breathing. I slumped against the couch, feeling weak but satisfied.

"Fuck," he finally said, looking at me with something like awe. "You're incredible."

I couldn't help the small smile that formed on my lips.

He ran a hand through his hair, composing himself with remarkable speed. He moved closer to the desk, not giving me the chance to see the mess that he had created in his pants. His hands weren’t glistening with cum, and I wondered if he had released himself in his shorts. “Dean,” I said, keeping my hands on my body. “Did you really come?”

He furrowed his brows, not giving me the attention he had just seconds before. “Don’t.”

I swallowed, watching him closely. “Did you make yourself come in your pants? Please, Dean, this isn’t fair—”

“Stop, Emilia.” His body tensed and his hands curled into fists. “Go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was no time for me to even try and stop him. He reached up, and my screen went dark instantly. He left me alone with the afterglow and the anticipation of what tomorrow would bring. I knew I should be concerned about the power he held over me, how easily I submitted to his every command.

But I wasn’t. I wanted him to treat me that way. I wanted him to keep giving me his attention. Even if it only was in secret.

5

EMILIA

I should’ve regretted not booking that flight to Tokyo when I woke up this morning, but I didn’t. I was glad I didn’t book it because that meant I wouldn’t have to leave Montreal. It meant I would stay here and not run from what I truly wanted.

My clit throbbed every time I thought about Dean and what he made me do last night, and even on my drive to work, I had to resist the urge to touch myself. He had me in a chokehold. One that was so tight I was sure it would kill me one day.

By the time I walked out of the elevator at work, my body was tingling, and my mind was a mess. I had thought about every possible scenario of what could happen today. There was no day in the office without Dean giving me a reason to spiral. Mentally, sexually, emotionally. The man was a waking weapon, and I was always unarmed.

I slipped into my office, trying to collect myself and start the morning in a slow manner—without having to think about Dean all the time. But the universe had other plans.

A soft knock came at my door not five minutes later, followed by Leann’s head poking in. She smiled gently. “Morning, Emilia. Dean wants you in the conference room. Meeting’s starting in ten.”

I furrowed my brows. “What meeting? There’s nothing on my calendar.”

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